monopolize her

On the receiver, the security guard asked her politely what happened.

"After one o'clock in the morning, is there a visitor named 'Ning'an'?"

After the questioning, Wen Yuran held the phone tightly, his hands were already sweating, and absurd thoughts were circling in his mind.

"Wait a moment, let me check..." The security guard responded politely.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was terribly long.

During this process, Wen Yuran thought of a lot.

She thought of the little girl's cold fingers and lips, of the cold breath when kissing, of the gloomy house where the little girl lived, of the little girl telling her not to be afraid of ghosts...

When doubts arose, all the details became evidence, and the fit made her terrified.

Finally, security found the answer.

"Ms. Wen, hello, at about 01:30 this morning, a woman named 'Ning'an' did register at the concierge, and according to the registered house number, she should be visiting you. May I ask what belongings you have? lost?"

registered...

As soon as this sentence fell to the ground, all the absurd thoughts disappeared.

Wen Yuran's brain cooled down little by little, and his hands and feet warmed up.

She opened her mouth, suddenly realizing how absurd her thoughts were just now.

Really watched too many horror movies.

How could it be okay to think in such a mysterious direction?

it is ridiculous.

Wen Yuran calmed down, recalled the points of his initial suspicion, and continued to ask: "It's one o'clock in the night, a foreign visitor, you let him in without confirmation, aren't you afraid of problems?"

The security guard apologized repeatedly, and then explained: "I'm really sorry, I was not on duty last night. If you need, I can ask the security guard on duty yesterday to contact you..."

Wen Yuran let out a long breath and said, "No need, it's actually nothing."

The security guard who was on duty in the middle of the night yesterday is now probably catching up on sleep.I don't need to be so serious and have to ask to understand.

Perhaps the security guard was sleepy and negligent.

Maybe the little girl had a way, she lied and slipped in.

As long as people do things, there are always omissions, which is normal.

And it's not a big problem, why bother chasing others.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuran squeezed his palms to relax himself.

The doctor's right, maybe she's just too nervous

Wen Yuran adjusted his state at home and went to the company in the afternoon.

After resting for two and a half days, there was already a large pile of documents waiting for her to sign, and then there were two necessary meetings to be held, and a pile of things followed, and soon, she devoted herself to her work , those thoughts that are out of reality are temporarily covered.

After the second meeting, Wen Yuran decided to take a short break. She leaned back in the chair tiredly, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

Fortunately, yesterday's strange symptom has disappeared, otherwise so much work would be enough for her.

When people are tired, their thinking always diverges abnormally.Thinking of physical problems, I thought of yesterday's strange physical condition, and then I thought of the master I met yesterday.

—— "I see that your complexion is dark and cloudy, and there must be a curse entangled in it, which cannot be removed."

——"Have you not felt unwell recently? For example, having nightmares..."

——"Then do you feel cold in your heart, the chill is overwhelming, and you can't find any problems when you go to the hospital..."

Unconsciously, the master's words echoed in his mind, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, which strangely coincided with the facts.

My heart is cold, it has been confirmed.

As for having nightmares... The little girl just said that she called the little girl last night because she was frightened awake by having a nightmare.

Therefore, what the master at the roadside stall said was all true.

Yin Qi is lingering, and there must be a curse entangled in it, which cannot be removed...

cursed...

Wen Yuran shook his head, throwing out these strange thoughts.

How could you believe such absurd things?

What's more, I'm already in good health now, if it's really a curse, how can I get better so easily?

Understandable to understand.

It's like watching a horror movie, even though I know it's a fake ghost, I still can't help being scared.

It's the same now, even though I understand that the so-called master is just playing tricks, but I still can't help but feel the shock in my heart.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There were three knocks on the office door.

"Please come in." Wen Yuran opened his eyes, raised his hand and pressed his temple.

It was the assistant who came in, holding a small stack of documents in his hand, and reported to Wen Yuran the progress of the latest case.

After the report was over, the assistant was ready to leave.

"Wait." Wen Yuran called the assistant to stop.

The assistant stopped quickly, turned around, bowed slightly and waited for Wen Yuran to speak.

"Have you heard any news about Ge Tianhai recently?" Wen Yuran asked.

The "curse" that the master called made her feel uncomfortable all the time.

If he had to say which dead person he had feuded with, the closest one would be Ge Tianhai.

That's why Wen Yuran asked this question.

The assistant was a little confused by this question, and couldn't figure out Wen Yuran's intentions at all.

"I haven't paid attention recently, but judging by the time, the body should have been cremated, and the funeral should be over. It seems that nothing will happen afterwards. If you are concerned, I will go down and find out and report to you." The assistant is quite satisfactory replied.

"No need." Wen Yuran waved his hand and asked the assistant to go out.

There is still a lot of work left, nothing to do with these nonsensical things

Wen Yuran closed his eyes and rested for a while, then continued with the rest of the work.

As soon as I was absorbed in work, I forgot the time again.

Wen Yuran didn't get out of work until the phone rang.

The caller ID is "little girl film".

Wen Yuran hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone, in addition to the usual nervousness and anticipation, there was also a subtle uneasiness that he couldn't explain clearly.

This trace of uneasiness came inexplicably and without reason, as if it was the sixth sense of danger.

"Hey?"

"Wen Yuran." The little girl's voice was very familiar, sweet and soft.

Although this title is not intimate enough, it sounds much better than "Mr. Wen".

Hearing this, Wen Yuran felt a lot more comfortable, and most of the uneasiness that seemed to be there was dissipated.

"What's the matter?" Wen Yuran asked.

"I made an extra dinner, have you eaten it now?" the little girl said softly.

"not yet."

"Then I'll send it to your company right away, and you don't allow anyone to stop me."

The little girl's voice didn't fluctuate too much, but her soft timbre sounded like she was being coquettish.

Wen Yuran unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth.

After hanging up the phone, all other emotions were overwhelmed by a good mood.

The densely packed Song typefaces on the document were in sight, but none of them could be read.

My mind has long drifted to the distance——

What will the little girl cook, potatoes or tomatoes?

Will you wear a light blue spring dress, or a pink and white thin sweater?

How many buttons will the lining be unbuttoned to?

She imagined the smell of food, imagined the little girl's white sneakers, black braids, and tender skin...

The curvature of the corner of the mouth could not help but be maintained for a long time.

As for those specious doubts and explanations that were difficult to distinguish between true and false, they were all thrown aside.

I'm going to meet the little girl soon.

Everything else is not important.